Bullets In My Hairdo (Finn Brothers)

There's junk mail in my letterbox and all the catalogs I can't wait to buy it, no matter what it costs The whistle of the sniper, the crashing of the bombs Put a spring back in my step, keeps me feeling young And this shopping is a curse, every time it's getting worse I got bullets in my hairdo, the hairs on my shirt Many ways to spend your money, there's not a lot to choose The tanks are rolling over my hundred dollar shoes You can never find a taxi to drive you into town I'm always in a hurry, I won't go underground And this shopping is a curse, every time it's getting worse I got bullets in my hairdo and holes in my purse All quiet on the street, silence breathing down Bullets in my hairdo, jewels in my crown And this shopping is a curse, every time it's getting worse I got bullets in my hairdo and holes in my shirt